She’s supposed to be asleep but isn’t. The door creaks anyway. Blonde curls spilling over the pillow, tank top yanked halfway off, bra still hooked at one shoulder—just enough skin to make him stop breathing. No panties. Thighs already slick when she turns her head just slightly, like she knew someone was watching all along. Fingers dig into the sheets as he pins her down; no warning this time. Cock slides deep between those thick cheeks while she bites back a moan that almost sounds like ‘yes’. When he flips her onto hands and knees next to the bedpost, she doesn’t pull away—just arches back with a smirk that says this wasn’t an accident.
